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→ Holds and applications are always open. Holds are required for all applications.

→ Choose one of the scenarios below or make up your own. Feel free to try multiple scenarios.

→ Write LOGS or NETWORK prompts, or both.

→ THERE ARE ONLY THREE RULES FOR THE TDM:

1. It has to take place in the 6I universe.
2. It cannot be the character's arrival into the game.
3. Please only test new characters who do not have a version in the game. Our cast list is here.

→ TDM threads cannot be used to meet AC, but if the character is accepted into the game and both players agree, you may keep the CR.

→ Character want ads are here.

Prompts

1. SNOW BLIND - It's snowing, a lot, and pristine landscape though it might create, it also brings plenty of problems, especially when you live in an Edwardian-style village with a serious lack of snow shovels. It's currently blizzard conditions and visibility is nil — Maybe you gave in and ducked into the nearest house for temporary shelter, and discover someone else had the same idea (or just lives there, oops). Maybe you're stubborn enough to still be out in it, struggling against the wind and snow. Or maybe you've tromped into the South Village Inn like a human popsicle, and are just hoping you don't lose any fingers before you make it to the fireplace.


2. JUMPED-UP - Winter's here, which means it's the perfect time for an expedition to warmer, southern climes. You've joined a group following the river all the way down to the far southern beach, for fun and for science. On this latest break in your journey, you've spotted a large, jewel-colored feather and picked it up, maybe as a specimen to bring back or just a feather for your cap. Turns out it's an archaeopteryx feather, and you're now, well... let's call it a little gravity-challenged. Not a bad benefit once you figure out how to control it.


3. COLD CALL - The snow has slacked off, leaving behind a winter wonderland. Sure, there's plenty to do, but after being cooped up inside for days, most people won't blame you for a morale-booster — That is, unless your way of starting a snowball fight is to pop up and throw them at unsuspecting passers-by. Making a snow man or snow angels might come with a little less retribution, but you do you.


4. WILDCARD - Choose your own adventure. Maybe play powers roulette.

Network

All characters are fitted with a smart watch-like device on their left wrist, which they can use to send text and video messages to other villagers.

- Text and/or video, any length
- Display names may be changed by characters on the fly, but anyone can tap to see someone's real full name

Please list your CHARACTER NAME, CANON & PROMPT in your SUBJECT LINE.

Comments

[blacksky]

At first she thinks her mind is playing tricks on her. Elektra isn't as lonely as she could be. She's certainly not as lonely as she was a year ago. It's undeniable that the man has been lingering in the back of her mind. You don't spend two months getting wasted with someone for good portions of your day and not get a little attached, she reasons.

Then it hits her that she could never recreate his stupidity when it came to survival so convincingly. Elektra would have thought to at least give him some fucking gloves in this scenario. She rolls her eyes, changes course to meet up with him.

"So you're spending your first day on a planet trying to lose your fingers? Bold choice, Detective." Elektra calls out to announce herself. She makes quite a sight her in big coat, but surprisingly cozy looking red hat. She waves her gloved fingers at him just to drive the point home.

The funny thing is she never even considers it may not be the same man or that he might not remember her the way she did the others. He's so himself that she'd knew at first glance it must be her old drinking buddy.

[pampa]

He wiggles his numb digits and frowns, her voice familiar but the white out so intense he can only make out that very red cap.

"Rich girl?" he asks into the storm, incredulous as he stands and starts moving towards her to confirm for himself. Sure enough. Don't mind him as he puts a hand against her jacket and shoves at a shoulder ineffectually.

[blacksky]

She laughs in delight as she just barely sways from his shove. Elektra knew he'd be hers. It still brings her so much joy. She missed him. They can hardly have some big reunion in a snowstorm. She seems strangely at home in all the bad weather. Elektra thinks this could kill him. Better to get him out of dodge.

She playfully grabs his hands. If they happen to warm him up, nice bonus. "In the flesh. I was starting to get bored without you." She raises a brow and leans into his space. "Want to go shopping? I know just the place."

[pampa]

He looks down at their joined hands and squeezes, sighing at the feeling that starts to come back into his fingers. That's the only reason and not because maybe he's missed her too. Even if by his timing he'd only just seen her a day or two ago.

"How long does it take you to get bored?" I.e. how long has she been here? Seems like a worthwhile ask, even if the answer doesn't end up meaning anything in the end. He nods to her question stiltedly in turn, too cold to move away.

[blacksky]

"Roughly two months." Elektra explains casually; like it's a scientific fact they should all know. She takes in the state of him with that smile still plastered on even if the corners of her mouth falter. She isn't pleased with this state. He's agreeing to go which is the same as agreeing to the show she'll put on to justify caring for him.

She drops his hands in favor on wrapping her left arm around his waist, trapping one of his hands under hers as she does it, and guiding him towards House Six expertly. She's just an eccentric rich lady dragging her friend along to shop, nothing to see here. "Let's not waste any time." If nothing else having a warm body against him should make up for all the heat his head is giving away.

[pampa]

Miller wants to squirm away but her heat is sustaining him, something he only realizes after a few seconds. And then they're heading towards a strange house, with a big pen of animals outside and a giant number that differentiates it from the rest of the blank houses on the block. Number six. That was obviously important to somebody. He allows her to lead him through the open door, starting when there's suddenly a dog. He reminds Miller of Max and he slowly extends one hand for the animal to sniff like Karen had shown him to, grateful he doesn't have his hat yet. Max had hated hats. This dog seems quicker to warm up to him and that could be why, he places the cats in the room with his eyes while he scratches Aloe's ears and takes a breath.

"Is this a petting zoo or someone's house?" It's warm and that's really all Miller cares about, undoing the first buttons on his coat to let the warm air inside it.

[blacksky]

She doesn't release him until they enter the house. Elektra doesn't bother with any greetings save for a quick pet of Aloe as she walks past. Naturally she thinks nothing of helping herself to what she needs and goes for the last spot she saw Frank's knitting projects at. "Both. Francis has been a busy man." She's shuffling through until she finds a plain black scarf, gloves, and hat. Elektra straightens up and heads over to him with the items in hand. "Here we are. I thought these suited you." Aka you have no style. :)

[pampa]

Francis...? "This is Meathead's place?" Miller looks around curiously even as he accepts the items with a blink. He'd seen that guy knitting on the station plenty of times so it isn't so weird. The colorless items and her quip get a halfhearted eye roll for the trouble. "Did the station crash or something?"

How did they all get here? He's assuming, of course, that Frank remembers what they do.

[blacksky]

Elektra nods cheerfully and waves her hand as if to show it off now that they're both free. "I don't know. Isn't that what you're here for find out for me?" She asks, deliberately playing stupid. She heads for the kitchen. When it's time to act like she has a working brain, Elektra's going to need a snack. "Hungry? I'm sure he and the little girl won't be upset if help ourselves." She may as well plant that seed too. He isn't alone in this house.

[pampa]

"Yeah, yeah. I'm on the case," he grumps, following after her so he's not stuck with the wild herd staring him down in the living room. He slings the scarf around his throat and tucks the mittens and hat into his pockets to get them out of the way for now. Little girl... Frank was always with her on Reverie as well. "Kamala." His eyes widen a fraction, tone nearly hallowed. Nothing good can come of it, but if Kamala and Big Guns is here, then who else from their time in space?

"What about Karen?" As usual, he's not really interested in food, but if she's stealing he'll help, of course.

[blacksky]

Elektra's smile widens as if to praise him for working it out. She goes to serve herself some coffee since cold or not, it's still decent enough for her tastes compared to the food at Reverie. It is going to take a long time to get what passed for coffee there out of her mouth. The mention of Karen wipes the smile away. She never did have much of a poker face when it came to her.

"Karen is present, but I haven't spoken to her. She isn't living here either." She raises both brows. Make of that what you will. "A woman named Jessica is."

[pampa]

Who the fuck is Jessica? Did Meathead finally piss Karen off for the last time? He decides to pile those items onto the mystery of this place to begin with.

"I'm gonna float something nuts by you, but hang with me here..." He holds up a hand then ends up just planting it against his own face. At least he can feel his extremities again. "What if we never left the Terminal?" What if they're there right now?

[blacksky]

Normally she'd be happy to take Karen's side on this matter. It's more complicated than that. He should gather that from the fact she isn't rolling her eyes. Elektra considered it. The station has pulled some very terrible things. She wasn't immune to it any more than the rest even if Francis seemed to be their favorite target.

Elektra swallows thickly as she pours some of that green milk into her coffee. "The thought crossed my mind."

[pampa]

Of course it had, she's much smarter than people think. Miller considers that, in turn and decides to leave it alone to stew on some more.

"That stuff any good?" He means the milk, not the coffee. As she'll remember he really doesn't do coffee unless it's mostly bourbon.

[blacksky]

Elektra taps against the milk container with her finger tips with a plastered on smile. "Oh it's wonderful. Don't let the color be a turn off." She says like he of all people would care about such a thing. Elektra doesn't wait for an invitation. She sets it down and goes for another glass for him.

[pampa]

"Looks about the same shade as that shit on the station anyway, don't it?" He lets her pour him a glass and swirls it around like it's a fine Scotch. Then he takes a tiny, testing sip.

"Not bad, actually." He's never had anything this fresh in his life, actually, despite underselling it he's quickly draining the cup.